WHAT THE FRIDAY: I can’t fix the Internet

No, there’s nothing wrong with the connection.

There’s a lot wrong with what people are posting.

I can’t fix them.

In most cases, I can’t even have a decent discussion with them.

I got called a moron the other day by someone who confused “their” with “there.”

But, unlike the early days of the Interwebz when we all had to wait for Compuserve to screech on, I didn’t correct him. He eventually figured it out.

Bless his heart.

As Mark Twain said,

“Never argue with a fool, onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.”

I need to remember that.

Maybe you do as well.

I can’t fix these things either, but you should read them:

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New Every Morning

Sunday’s flat tire was a pain in the…place where I keep my wallet.

AAA couldn’t fix it. And while I can certainly change a tire, neither of us could get the spare off of my 15-year-old truck.

It all worked out with some generous assistance from an associate.

But, for a while, it rattled my world.

On the (very) early morning drive to the tire shop in a borrowed car I remembered this favorite hymn.

“All I have needed, thy hand hath provided…”

Just another reminder that I can’t do this alone and I don’t have to.

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